{"id":25343,"date":"2013-08-12T17:13:15","date_gmt":"2013-08-12T17:13:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/08\/12\/the-ladies-call-me-torch-iamthefirechild\/"},"modified":"2013-08-12T17:13:15","modified_gmt":"2013-08-12T17:13:15","slug":"the-ladies-call-me-torch-iamthefirechild","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/08\/12\/the-ladies-call-me-torch-iamthefirechild\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

the-ladies-call-me-torch<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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the-ladies-call-me-torch<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Close. Oh god, so close, too close. Summer sucked in a few shallow breaths, eyes fixed to his, and tried to find her voice again. \u201cYes,\u201d she whispered, and squashed a mad desire to close that narrow space.<\/p>\n

This wasn\u2019t going to last. Johnny Storm was a flirt even more notorious, if that was possible, than Tony Stark. He was just playing until someone better caught his eye, and then she\u2019d be picking herself up off the floor.<\/p>\n

She bit her lip, and tried, hopelessly, to look demure. \u201cYou\u2019re very good at this, Mr Storm.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

He smiled at her, knowing she wouldn\u2019t fall for his bait so easily. That\u2019s why he liked her so much. She would be more of a challenge – but most were unaware of the amount of patience he actually possessed.<\/p>\n

“Well, I\u2019ve had a lot of practice, as I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve read about,” he said, with only the slightest hint of bitterness. Tabloids – whether truthful or not – made it very difficult for him to form any serious relationships. He had a reputation to uphold, it would seem.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“What was \/that\/?” Something else, something sharp and a little ugly, had slashed a hole in the flirtatiousness there for just a second. She stumbled, distracted by it, and her smile faded into something concerned and sympathetic.<\/p>\n

“Johnny \u2014 Mr Storm, why does it seem like saying that hurt you?” she asked softly.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

He rolled his eyes at that, a bit of his charm waning.\u00a0<\/p>\n

“That\u2019s what you think, isn\u2019t it?” he asked. It wasn\u2019t harsh or bitter, just a little disappointed, “That\u2019s what everyone thinks, isn\u2019t it? That I\u2019ve been around a lot. That I can\u2019t do anything serious. I just make everything a game don\u2019t I?”<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t stop dancing, but the smile fell from his face as he stared at her intently.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Her hand shook a little against his back as she muttered, “I don’t now. Most people don’t have my gifts, though.” Her voice strengthened as she went on. “They can’t see your motives, Mr Storm, all they can see are your actions.” She summoned a soft smile.<\/p>\n

“Maybe you should think about proving them wrong.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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